A/N: So here is the beginning of my next multi-chapter story. It centers on 'Dark Bo' and when I say 'Dark Bo' I mean it. There will be some violence and major character death(s) so if that's not your bag, give it a pass. Enjoy!
Prologue
The succubus stepped out of the steaming shower feeling refreshed, well as refreshed as one can get after using that shoe box of a stall. Was it really to much for him to have lived in a place with an actual bathroom, one that perhaps contained a tub? She dried her dripping body on one his stupid way-to-small itchy white towels, simply dropping it on the floor when she was done. There was no point in trying to be modest now. Glancing around the sparsely decorated loft she wondered how she ever put up with him in the first place. The man didn't even have a closet, just a set of lockers, ugh. As she walked through what passed for the kitchen, she grabbed herself a bottle of water from the half-fridge. She scowled, no oven of course, only a stove top and a microwave. She lived in a frickin' crack den, and yet even she had a damn oven. She figured maybe it was a warrior thing, the place served its basic functions and that was enough for him. It didn't matter now, but it was easy to see why back when they were dating they spent most of their time at her place.
She sighed loudly; the cold concrete floor on her feet was motivating her to get dressed. Besides she needed to get going anyway, lots to do and all that. She took a quick glance at the satin dress crumpled on near the foot of his bed; it was lovely, but not going to cut it. Rifling through his lockers she was able to find a pair of draw string yoga-type pants that didn't look too big and a tank top. Shoes were going to be a problem, but she could just use the mud covered Keds she had been wearing and that was going to have to be good enough for now.
Sitting on the bed to tie her shoes, she nudged the wolf shifter's lifeless body with her big toe, nothing. Yup still dead, surprisingly this revelation had little effect on her. She had been in love with him once, she really should care more, but she didn't. And it's not like she had intended to kill him, but he kept going on and on about how much he loved her. It was so annoying; she had shit to do and he wanted, no demanded that they stay in bed all day cuddling. Cuddling? She gave him several opportunities to step aside once she was done feeding and he persisted; professing his love over and over again. Oh well, she probably did him a favor, now he was finally free from his tiring "wolves mate for life" prison.
The succubus grabbed the pair of jeans he had been wearing and pulled them up over his hips. She had no idea where his shirt had gotten to, but whatever, he was always running around without one on anyways. Besides she didn't have all day to spend rifling through his closet looking for one. She knew that she should probably clean up, but what's the point? She took a shower so her hair would be in the drain, her finger prints would be everywhere. Any reject that had seen an episode of C.S.I. could solve this case. The succubus feeding signature was blatantly obvious; hell one swab of his dick would be rife with DNA from her pussy juices currently drying on it. It was time to go, but there was one thing she did want to do before she left. Grabbing her phone she dialed the number, very pleased that he picked up on the second ring.
"Diemo, yeah hey listen its Bo." She ignored the deluge of sleaze that came oozing out of his mouth. "I've got a motorcycle I'm looking to unload for the right price." Rolling her eyes at his questions she cut him off, "Look it's a newer model sport bike, black, belonged to my emo ex-boyfriend. I'll throw in a helmet and some nice leather jackets for eight grand." Diemo balked at the price, but caved when she dropped it to seventy five hundred and agreed to meet her within the hour. That gave her plenty of time to deposit the body in the trunk of her stolen car and gather up his jackets in a trash bag. She knew that this stuff was probably worth a lot more, but fuck it, she needed cash and it's not like Dyson was going to use any of it again. Satisfied, she picked up her ex-lover's lifeless body, slung him over her shoulder and carried him to her car.